Flashes of Panic

As of this morning’s mail, I am now waiting on only three applications. The two responses are one yes and one no, and since the acceptance and all three outstanding apps are in the Boston area, it’s pretty much settled that I will no longer be living in the Amherst area come September.

Curiously, as I read the rejection (I’m told that’s not how I’m supposed to look at it, but it’s the only single word that describes it,) I was not upset at not being accepted; rather, I was a bit sad to know I wouldn’t be staying here. I had psyched myself up to thinking I would be accepted when I was doing the work to send in the application, but in retrospect I am not too terribly surprised; I’ve always been a long shot for many departments. Having an acceptance already in my pocket helps, too; even if I get no more acceptances, I think I will be happy with the one offer I have. I think I like the idea of a department that would take a chance on someone like me.

I suspect I have another “no” en route, but I don’t have much more than a hunch about that one. The other two are enigmas.

So, if you notice me dwelling on the nice things about living around here, that’s why.

Update, 3/16: I was right, there was another “no” en route, but not the one I had a hunch about. So, two remaining, at least one of which I expect to be the third “no.” (But since I’ve already “won” this game, I’m more amused than bothered if the other side wants to run up the score…)

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